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The footage resumes to a visual in motion, flashlights bobbing in hand as two individuals ascend.
The camera flickers before settling on the feed from the one in back, catching a view of the short-cropped ginger hair and black Ebonhand suit in front, making it clear it’s Jovis leading the way.
Each step is heavy but purposeful, climbing higher and higher up the building.
It had been a long, quiet trek up the flights of stairs, round and round. Ever up and up, passing each door at each landing and making little note of most of them.
There were jammers on all of them, locking them firmly in place. A precaution against any roaming dead in those halls, or any climbers that made their way up the outside. A fortified position if ever there was one in a zombie-infested city.
The two hadn’t said much to each other, though not for a lack of things to say.
Solena’s wounds ached. The tears in her flesh stung beneath their bandaging, and a throbbing pain had awoken in her temple.
It was strange to remember where the day had started.
How much had happened over a short time period. A relatively short time period.
Getting ambushed. Falling into the river. Discovering the city. Finding Alison and Sebastian. Finding Sebastian. Then Alison.
Lacrimosa.
Lacrimosa.
Most of the Ebonhand operatives were resting now. Only a few remained on their feet, patrolling the few areas of the building that the Hand hadn’t barred shut.
They made it to the fifth floor, the first door without a jammer. Made their way into the hall beyond the door.
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